Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.